“No, and I’m ravenous. I kept waiting around, thinking perhaps you’d come in.”
“I think they roll the sidewalks up in this town about eight-thirty, but we might find an all-night place on the highway somewhere.”
“Know something, Donald?”
“What?”
“That garlic breath of yours—”
“Offensive?” I asked.
She laughed and said, “You’re a nice boy, Donald, but you do drive the damnedest cars. Here, take the keys to my car and let’s go out in search of adventure.”
“When’ll your dad be here?”
“Not until midnight. You certainly have made a hit with him.”
She opened the car door and jumped inside.